In The Opera We Call Love, The

The Last Resort Of Kings, The Cannonball. The Last Resort Of The People, The Paving Stone.

To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think Is To Act. Folded Arms Work, Closed Hands Perform, A Gaze Fixed On Heaven Is A Toil.

There Is One Thing Stronger Than All The Armies In The World, And That Is An Idea Whose Time As Come.

Progress Is The Life-style Of Man.

When Two Mouths, Made Sacred By Love, Draw Near To Each Other To Create, It Is Impossible, That Above That Ineffable Kiss There Should Not Be A Thrill In The Immense Mystery Of The Stars.